Villain Ch 1694. Thirst
The Devil Emperor let out one more laugh—unhinged and victorious. "May your love story echo through every cursed wall in this place."
He turned to the bride, still chained but now blinking weakly. Her eyes met his—terrified, confused.
She wasn't supposed to still be alive.
He tilted his head, studying her like an artist examining a half-finished painting. The flickering altar light caught on her pale cheeks, her trembling lashes. Blood pooled beneath her, dark and thin like ink. Her breath came in fragile, broken little gasps. Barely enough to call living. Her lips were parted, but no sound escaped—just a dry exhale that smelled like the last page of a prayer.
The Emperor crouched beside her again, not like a savior, not like a devil. Just a man enjoying the moment.
"Well, now…" he whispered, fingers dragging gently across the cracked edge of the altar. "What should I do with you?"
No one answered.
